He set the flowers he bought in the vase, looking down at the empty crib.

He looked at your bed when you stirred, opening your eyes.

As soon as you looked at the crib, tears flooded from your eyes.

He moves up, hugging you to him.

"We'll try again, it's fine, lovely."

He murmurs softly, as if he hasn't been screaming and crying when he found out your pregnancy ended up in a miscarriage.

Only if he was home, only if he picked up the call.

His eyes close when you cry on his chest.